In a sky of iron the points of the Dipper hung like icicles and Orion flashed his cold fires.

Silence may be as variously shaded as speech.

Only the fact that we are unaware how well our nearest know us enables us to live with them.

The visible world is a daily miracle, for those who have eyes and ears.

The desire for symmetry, for balance, for rhythm in form as well as in sound, is one of the most inveterate of human instincts.

In the rotation of crops there was a recognized season for wild oats; but they were not sown more than once.

... caprice is as ruinous as routine.